Military Brats (in progress)

Prologue: Adios, Alemania

Moving had always been a part of life for me and my family. I've moved all over the world ever since I was born. Heck I was even born in Japan. Florida, Washington, Germany, and yes, Japan, are all of the places the United States Military has so far decided to move my dad, and by relation, me as well.

So when our three years in Germany were up I was already prepared to be packed up again. It's only a matter of rolling the dice to see where we end up this time.

My answer comes in the form of a cake brought home by my dad. It's just the two of us at home. There's no tragic story as to why it's just us. No woman scorned him or anything like that. He has always told me that he was never the marrying type. Dad adopted me because he wanted a son more than anything.

My dad always announces our next destination in the form of a cake. It's almost become a family tradition. Florida's cake had a bunch of toy alligators on it that snapped their jaws when wound up. The cake for Japan had candy sushi on top, that one was my favorite.

This time he decided to go all out with the design, seeing as it would be my last move before I head off to college. The cake was a literal bull, horns, hooves, tail and everything, and completely covered in red fondant, the king of cake toppings. On each side of the bull was a flag with two red bars and a yellow bar in the middle.

"España," sings Dad in a horrible spanish accent as he attempts to perform a salsa dance. He almost falls into the cake.

That can only mean one thing. We are going to be stationed on one of the smallest of all the European bases in the small but beautiful town of Rota, Spain.

"Awesome. Spanish beaches are the best." He smiles at my lighthearted response, grateful that I go along with another relocation. "They're all top optional," I grin as I watch him roll his eyes at my reasoning.

"We leave when school ends in a month so we should start to slowly get things ready," he informs me and puts the head of the Matador Bull on my plate. "Get ready to say auf wiedersehen to Germany and hola to Spain." His German is a lot better after three years and I know he will enjoy immersing himself in another language. We both do.

I lick my plate clean and go to my room after doing the dishes. I don't bother to text any of the guys on the wrestling team to let them know. I'll just tell them tomorrow at practice. Besides, people move all the time, everyone learns to only become so attached.